8 Annoying (Yet Lovable) Husband Habits

Sure, you promised to love and to cherish one another forever. But your wedding vows definitely didn’t mention putting up with your partner’s snoring — or listening to him read the newspaper out loud every morning. His quirks grate your nerves, but there’s something endearing (and adorable) about his annoying habits. We asked Nesties to reveal their partners’ most irritating (yet lovable) quirks. Read on for what they had to say.

“My husband reviews his work by whispering to himself. He doesn’t know that I love listening to him think out loud.” – Danielle

“He has a funny tip-figuring face!” – Blair

“He sings around the house, but changes the words to be about us and what we’re doing. Sometimes I’m amazed at the creative lyrics — and tunes. I swear, one day there was a whole musical.” — Elena

“My husband is naively optimistic and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” – Nadia

“He wakes me up from naps by tracing my face with his finger. It irritates me at the time, but it’s actually very sweet.” – Heather

“He tickles my daughter at bedtime. I say I hate it (because he’s getting her all excitable when she’s supposed to be sleeping), but secretly I think it’s sweet and a memory she’ll have forever.” – Shannon

I had to laugh at Elena’s comment about singing around the house. my husband does it and some how comes up with very creative lyrics on a whim. I tried to do it also it be funny, but mine are never as funny! must be a talent.

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My husband tells me that I’m beautiful every morning. Which is awesome! Except that when those mornings are hangover mornings and all my make-up eye junk is there, looking right back at him, without having brushed my teeth… So he is a total liar, or he has horrible vision, and no sense of smell? Or he is still blinded by love… At the time I am embarassed, flattered, and excepting all at the same time.. I hate it and love it all at once. The total exceptance of me at any given state? Purely love…